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Hey, I'm Margret the dead party girl. Hit me up.
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Aw, buttfuck.
This place has really gone to hell in the past few hours. I mean, it’s purgatory; we’re not that far off from the basement.
Violet’s cutting again, Tate and Violet are arguing, Abagail is upset over it all. Things really don’t seem to get better around here. Then again, when you’re cooped up with people you like you eventually stop being terribly fond of them. They get under your skin and make you wish that they didn’t know so much about you. That was love at its best, Margret guessed. Then again, she was only a spectator.
She didn’t need the drama of the house. She didn’t fucking want it. She walked out onto the back porch with her cigarettes and began a nice round of chain-smoking.
She’d developed a pattern for it; suck, two three; puff, four five; breathe, six and seven and eight. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Fuck life. Let's party.: @Robert
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Robert laughed, “Yeah they are pretty cool.” The people he saw in the pictures were all the ghosts of the house. “I guess no one ever really leaves this house”, he said.
“We all know that, dearest,” Margret said wryly. She sorted through the photographs a little bit more. “Hm. I guess Mom took all the stuff from the attic over to her house.” She could hear Beau rustling around in the background before a ball came rolling out of nowhere and thwacked her on the ankle. A muffled “Play!” came from behind a box.
Robert sighed. “Aw did she have cute pictures of you?”, he smiled. He wondered what that noise was, but then he saw the red ball and knew it was Beau. Come to think of it, he never formally met him.
Margret shook her head. “No. She gave me up for adoption shortly after I was born,” she told him casually. She was shocked that he didn’t know that she was adopted. It was kind of a big deal, particularly since she was soon to be related to Violet. “Beau?” Margret called. “Come play.” The deformed child ambled out from behind the boxes and retrieved his ball before rolling it to Robert. “He likes you,” Margret said quietly.
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”, Robert said. He didn’t want to make a big deal out if it, since Margret didn’t. Robert smiled. He rolled the ball back to Beau.
Beau grinned, grunting happily. He was like a big puppy; a big, terrifying puppy. He rolled the ball over to Margret, who passed it back to Robert. It was still strange to think that she was related to Beau. He was the fruit of her mother’s cursed womb, as it had been said. Was she the only fruit without a worm despite being unwanted?
Robert was actually enjoying playing with Beau. Just calmly sitting rolling the that red ball was actually relaxing.
“So, what’s you family like?” Margret asked him, seeing Beau continuing the exchange of the ball.
“My family?”, Robert started. Oddly, he hasn’t really thought of his family lately. “Umm..well…they were..nice. I used to be really close to them. I had 2 brothers and 1 sister. My parents weren’t exactly the coolest, but they were great.” He never realized how much he missed them till just now.
“Do you miss them at all?” Margret asked. She was one of only a few people here who actually had their families with them. That must be rare in a state of existence like this one. She wondered how people coped without it. She had her real family now. (via robertt--sheenan-deactivated201)
Tate and Violet’s wedding. (Source: justjord)
Fuck life. Let's party.: @Robert
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Robert laughed, “Yeah they are pretty cool.” The people he saw in the pictures were all the ghosts of the house. “I guess no one ever really leaves this house”, he said.
“We all know that, dearest,” Margret said wryly. She sorted through the photographs a little bit more. “Hm. I guess Mom took all the stuff from the attic over to her house.” She could hear Beau rustling around in the background before a ball came rolling out of nowhere and thwacked her on the ankle. A muffled “Play!” came from behind a box.
Robert sighed. “Aw did she have cute pictures of you?”, he smiled. He wondered what that noise was, but then he saw the red ball and knew it was Beau. Come to think of it, he never formally met him.
Margret shook her head. “No. She gave me up for adoption shortly after I was born,” she told him casually. She was shocked that he didn’t know that she was adopted. It was kind of a big deal, particularly since she was soon to be related to Violet. “Beau?” Margret called. “Come play.” The deformed child ambled out from behind the boxes and retrieved his ball before rolling it to Robert. “He likes you,” Margret said quietly.
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”, Robert said. He didn’t want to make a big deal out if it, since Margret didn’t. Robert smiled. He rolled the ball back to Beau.
Beau grinned, grunting happily. He was like a big puppy; a big, terrifying puppy. He rolled the ball over to Margret, who passed it back to Robert. It was still strange to think that she was related to Beau. He was the fruit of her mother’s cursed womb, as it had been said. Was she the only fruit without a worm despite being unwanted?
Robert was actually enjoying playing with Beau. Just calmly sitting rolling the that red ball was actually relaxing.
“So, what’s you family like?” Margret asked him, seeing Beau continuing the exchange of the ball. (via robertt--sheenan-deactivated201)
ooc:: oohhh mah gheyyy.
So, I just got a call from Potbelly Sandwich Works. I got the job that I applied for yesterday. I’m gonna have, like, three shifts next week and a training seminar on Sunday. As a result, I won’t be on super often like I’d like. But I’ll be making sammiches. Hopefully it’ll get me a date since I’ll be every man’s dream; a girl who can make sandwiches in 13 seconds flat.
Fuck life. Let's party.: @Robert
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Robert laughed, “Yeah they are pretty cool.” The people he saw in the pictures were all the ghosts of the house. “I guess no one ever really leaves this house”, he said.
“We all know that, dearest,” Margret said wryly. She sorted through the photographs a little bit more. “Hm. I guess Mom took all the stuff from the attic over to her house.” She could hear Beau rustling around in the background before a ball came rolling out of nowhere and thwacked her on the ankle. A muffled “Play!” came from behind a box.
Robert sighed. “Aw did she have cute pictures of you?”, he smiled. He wondered what that noise was, but then he saw the red ball and knew it was Beau. Come to think of it, he never formally met him.
Margret shook her head. “No. She gave me up for adoption shortly after I was born,” she told him casually. She was shocked that he didn’t know that she was adopted. It was kind of a big deal, particularly since she was soon to be related to Violet. “Beau?” Margret called. “Come play.” The deformed child ambled out from behind the boxes and retrieved his ball before rolling it to Robert. “He likes you,” Margret said quietly.
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”, Robert said. He didn’t want to make a big deal out if it, since Margret didn’t. Robert smiled. He rolled the ball back to Beau.
Beau grinned, grunting happily. He was like a big puppy; a big, terrifying puppy. He rolled the ball over to Margret, who passed it back to Robert. It was still strange to think that she was related to Beau. He was the fruit of her mother’s cursed womb, as it had been said. Was she the only fruit without a worm despite being unwanted? (via robertt--sheenan-deactivated201)
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